The decline is getting steeper
The bottle is looking better
Compounded by all the pressure
I sit here, I wonder
Is this how it's meant to be?
Is this how it's meant to be?
All of the things that you told me
Fly around in my head
It gets easier they tell me
I can't see that happening
The doubt creeps in
Solemn and cold
One thought burns in my mind
Will I even grow old?
Will I even grow old?
Will the frail bark on the family tree
Be stripped away and plague me?
Will the chemicals realign themselves
And turn me into a shell of my former self?
I know that I need to heal myself
The only way I know how
I will heal myself
I need to mend
And I'll numb the pain again
The only way I know
I just need this pain to end
Although I feel the shiver run down my spine
Your absence struck me harder than
I thought it ever would
The only way that I deal
The only way I cope
Is when I feel this liquor
Burn down my fucking throat
The only way that I deal
The only way I cope
Is when I feel this liquor
Burn down my fucking throat
You want me to carry on
To go out and make you proud
But the honest answer is
I don't know how